Ex rank talent Awakening: 100% Dodge rate Chapter 343: DEFEATING TWO DEMON LORDS

"Defying the Heaven!" Greg roared, his voice slicing through the chaos like a blade.

Boom!

His aura erupted in a violent surge, skyrocketing far beyond anything the demon lords could muster.

The air itself warped and cracked under the pressure, heavy and suffocating, pressing down on the entire battlefield like an invisible mountain.

Dust and debris swirled in frantic spirals around him.

Belphegor braced himself, muscles straining as he tried to withstand the crushing weight.

Sweat beaded across his childlike form, the mouths on his palms and wings twitching in discomfort.

But resistance was futile.

Greg’s stats now dwarfed his by an overwhelming margin, ten full levels of raw superiority that made every breath feel like drowning.

"You’re not getting through either way!" Belphegor bellowed, planting his feet and spreading his grotesque wings wide in defiance.

Greg ignored him completely. In a blur of motion, he shot past the transford demon lord like a shadow given speed.

The next instant, he materialized directly in front of Mammon, eyes burning with lethal calm.

"You don’t know what you did to yourself," Greg said coldly, each word dripping with finality.

His hand shot out, clamping around Mammon’s throat with crushing force.

Without rcy, Greg slamd the Greed lord into the ground repeatedly, once, twice, three tis, each impact sending shockwaves through the cracked earth.

Dust exploded upward in thick clouds.

Mammon’s body bounced limply, dazed and unable to mount any defense.

"Abyssal Lightning!" Greg commanded.

A bolt of black-violet electricity slamd down from his free hand, piercing straight into Mammon’s chest.

Critical damage flashed across the demon lord’s form, his body convulsing violently as a powerful daze effect locked his movents.

Belphegor, desperate to intervene, launched himself forward on massive wings.

"Good," Greg replied with chilling satisfaction. "You saved the trouble."

He intercepted the flying demon lord mid-air, fingers closing like iron vices around Belphegor’s slender neck.

Thirty seconds of absolute dominance still burned in his veins, he intended to use every single one.

"Mammon! Let’s do it!" Belphegor gasped, voice strained.

Mammon nodded weakly, eyes glazed but determined.

"Will Manifestation!" both demon lords shouted in unison.

The world around Greg twisted violently.

Before he could fully react, he was sucked into their combined inner realm.

He found himself standing in a bizarre fusion of Greed and Gluttony.

Piles of stolen treasures glittered everywhere, gold, jewels, ancient artifacts, mingled with endless mountains of food: roasted ats, glistening fruits, overflowing feasts that oozed seductive aromas.

The air tasted thick with greed and hunger, heavy enough to choke on.

Inside their domain, Mammon finally caught his breath, one hand clutching his bruised throat as he staggered upright.

"Now my job has been made easier," Greg inford them, voice echoing with quiet nace.

He raised Heaven Defier high. Flas and abyssal waters coiled around the blade, swirling in perfect harmony.

"This is a new skill I recently learned myself," he stated simply, almost casually.

[Tyrant’s strike: Attach elents under your control into your sword and release a strike ten tis the usual attack power of your strike. Cooldown: 2 hours]

With effortless control, Greg layered more power into the blade, crackling lightning, dense earth, howling wind, raw demonic energy.

He kept adding everything the Stomach of Gluttony had granted him, each elent fusing seamlessly into the glowing weapon.

"Your own Gluttony is working against you now," Greg said coldly to Belphegor, finally weaving in pure darkness.

Gathering every ounce of his strength, he swung the sword in a single, devastating arc.

"Fool! This is our inner world!" Belphegor roared in defiance. "You won’t be able to touch us!"

Together, the demon lords desperately tried to rewrite the rules of their realm, canceling Greg’s attack with their combined will.

The air shimred and warped as they fought for control.

But attempt after attempt failed.

Their faces darkened with growing horror. The laws they once commanded now mocked them.

"This can’t be happening! This is our world! Our commands are law!!!" Belphegor scread, voice cracking with desperation and raw frustration.

Over and over they tried. Over and over they failed.

Until the attack finally reached them.

Boom!

The empowered strike landed with cataclysmic force.

It drained their health bars in a single devastating blow, leaving only the barest sliver of life.

Cracks spider-webbed across their inner world, reality fracturing like brittle glass.

"Now let’s wrap this up," Greg thought, a cold smile touching his lips.

He tore open a rift to his own manifested world with a casual wave.

"Welco to my world," he said, voice icy and final.

With a sharp snap of his fingers, dozens of arrows materialized from every direction, hovering nacingly before the two demon lords.

"If you kill us, you will forever regret this," Belphegor warned, voice trembling.

"You will be releasing beings far stronger and more dangerous than us," Mammon added weakly.

"Let them co," Greg replied without hesitation. "They will only be fuel to my growth."

He willed the arrows forward.

The projectiles struck true, ending both demon lords in an instant.

Within the safety of his own inner world, Greg devoured their essences completely, every drop of power, every fragnt of their being, before stepping back into the real world.

He reappeared in the demonic realm just as the larger battle was winding down.

The remaining demon armies were crumbling under his team’s relentless assault.

[Congratulations! You have defeated the demon lords and won the battle!]

[Congratulations! The province of Greed now falls under your jurisdiction]

[Congratulations! The province of Gluttony now falls under your jurisdiction]

[Prepare for the final stage of the war. Three demon lords will attack you combined alongside the demon god!]

[You have 24 hours to prepare!]

Greg closed the system window with a flick of his wrist, then descended toward the battlefield to help finish wiping out the last of the enemy forces.

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"Hmm. Even Belphegor and Mammon have fallen," the demon god muttered from his obsidian throne, voice laced with dark amusent.

"I guess it’s ti for to interfere and deal with the pest once and for all."

He rose slowly, his towering form casting long shadows across the chamber.

With deliberate steps, he moved toward his most secured inner sanctum to don his ancient battle armor.

"To think soone other than her would push to prepare for battle," he whispered to himself, a faint, fascinated smile curling his lips. The entire situation felt strangely... entertaining.